As the “˜then what?’ looms near, remembering UCLA is delightful
By Daily Bruin Staff
June 9, 2002 9:00 p.m.
Beverly Braga Braga wrote for the Arts &
Entertainment department. Â
Two years after transferring in, I somehow managed to graduate
out. After the last blue books close on finals week, I will take a
walk down Wilson Plaza (hopefully embarrassment free) and receive
my make-believe diploma. Then I’ll sit alongside my fellow
English students ““ all equally geeky and boring as I am
““ as we turn our white tassels and proclaim to the world that
we have graduated.
And then what?
“I don’t know” seems to be the popular answer.
While some have jobs and internships lined up or are taking a year
off to travel and “find themselves,” the rest
can’t see their future beyond the next week.
Living off mom and dad a little longer can’t be that bad,
can it? Nah. Especially if you actually like your mom and dad.
After adding miles to my frequent flyer card by roaming the planet
for a couple months, that’s exactly what I’m going to
do. And at least being in my hometown for more than just a few days
gives me the time to see all my friends and laugh at those who
still have to go to class. I’m getting giddy just thinking
about it.
But while I sit in my parents’ living room, contemplating
my “then what,” I’m sure I’ll spend an
equal amount of time reminiscing about my days as a Bruin. And the
two summers and six quarters I’ve spent here have definitely
been memorable. I almost wish I were here longer. Almost.
All the fun and games sloshed together with the frustration and
sleepless nights are going to be difficult to forget. And the foam
… heh heh. But to all of you who were part of my Bruin life
(particularly the freaks of De Neve E-2, my English insomnia
buddies, The Brothel’s Apt. 408, and the Daily Bruin slave
masters), I sincerely mean it when I say “Thank you.”
It’s been delightful.
